The fat man was about to pounce forward due to inertia, but the twitching in his buttocks caused him to hop on one leg as if he were playing a game.
"Ouch, ouch!"
Fat people have thick skin on their buttocks, so unless someone has a high level of skill, it's difficult to pinpoint the acupoints accurately.
The fat man, lacking coordination, tripped over a parking space marker in the parking lot, and a large machete flew out of his hand.
Even after he collapsed, his buttocks and legs continued to twitch.
Sitting in the car, Wang Yuwei couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Meanwhile, the two blond-haired men exchanged glances and charged at Lin Yang, brandishing their watermelon knives.
Lin Yang assumed a horse stance and leaned back, the watermelon knife grazing his nose.
Lin Yang sent the three silver needles between his fingers flying out. Even without careful aiming, Lin Yang could accurately direct them to where they were supposed to go.
The two blond-haired men cried out and fainted headfirst.
The fat man lying on the ground groped around for a long time before finally pulling the silver needles off his buttocks.
"Damn it, use a needle!"
The fat man jumped up, clutching his buttocks; the thugs had finally figured out Lin Yang's technique.
However, of the seven people, only four were still capable of fighting.
The fat man picked up his large machete and prepared to rejoin the group, warning, "Watch out for his silver needles!"
However, he still suffers from aftereffects; his legs twitch with every step he takes, making it almost impossible for him to walk normally.
Moreover, before the fat man could react, Wang Yuwei had already secretly slipped out from behind the pillar and struck him with the metal rod in her hand.
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